Chapter 53: Worry, Part 3
"So we get Lass?" Axel asked, pulling on the armor and sword belt that had been on the table. He then buckled his arrow holster across his chest, shrugging and twisting until it settled just so across his back. When that was done, he picked up his bow and strung it.
Normally archery work was left to others in the Legion. Princes of the Blood were most useful right in the thick of the fight. But Axel had been an archer before he was marked as a little prince. He had been discovered late and undertaken the Blooding at age twenty-seven, but he had taken well to it and with his new power he was a marksman of unmatchable skill. His arrows were specially made for the increased power Axel wielded, though Raffé had never heard the details of how.
"Yes. It's the most dangerous, given how close it is to Zyke Lorn Fall. Our job is to make certain our enemy does not make it that far."